fraud

He nodded. With his eyes. Cloudy with the beers they hadn’t shared yet. And she heard it all through the phone.
She hated letting him down again.

The walking out of the ocean. She, wearing the heaviness like a medal. Then she hit the no resistance of the air.
And she flew.

Until that last wave hit.
Filled with shells and rocks, or maybe the debris of shells and rocks. And the clawing of it inside-outed her.

Lying in the sand of her authenticity, she’s exfoliated down to she’s not sure what happened. But the ocean took that medal back.

Or maybe, she gave it back.

 

He wished she knew.
Those clouds burst, and ran down his cheeks.

 

 

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      Indeed. Funny you should say that, I started writing this in the first person, the first question being, “you know exactly what I am talking about, don’t you?” But I changed the whole thing. And it WAS 3 am lol.
      Thank you for reading. And the kind comment ❤

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    OH. My God.
    This is easily my favorite thing you’ve ever written. I love this so much, V. This is just…
    No words…

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      Davy! Hi! How was your week?
      Thank you! I really appreciate that!
      (I, ironically, felt unsure about this. But I liked it in the sense that I hadn’t written in a while and then at 2 in the morning it just came out. So it was a relief!).

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        I liked it Vanessa and it changes with each reading, so I am going to come back to it a few times through the week. Me and Mrs D had an excellent week, thank you, although I think she is happy the speedos are now packed away for a while 🙂

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    Lovely allegorical images Vanessa, the consequence of her honesty and his feelings. Shut up wood ducks, men have feelings too. 🦆 Great work. 💚

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      Hey Steve! Thank you!
      Ugh the complexity of anxiety…she tormenting herself with doubt about her ability, and he, affected again, wishing she could see what he could see in her.
      But you can read this different ways, of course. But those were my initial thoughts.
      Partly personal maybe 🤔
      PS love the wood duck and that it looks like a wood duck haha

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        You’re welcome, Vanessa. Yes, we can be our own critics or our own friends. ☯️ I don’t need critics, I have the wood ducks for that, although cute emoji admittedly. 😃

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            Hyperbole is fine with me. They’re pretty harsh actually, eg, “This poem is too long. You should finish it just before the title,” “Your poetry made us cry. We wept for the English language.” And so on. 🐒

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    Wonderful piece, Vanessa! Looks like the Backside Of The Night agrees with the poet in you! Powerful and emotional. Very thought provoking! Loved your last line – “Those clouds burst, and ran down his cheeks.”

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